This is a song about "Weed hoes"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I get that work from my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Got shows on top of shows

Like a line full of hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

I show up with four hoes

No, no, we are not those

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes